"
"But only two, sir, that gives me any trouble--one of them is a--"
The conjurer raised his hand as an intimation to her to stop, and after
poring once more over the book for some time, proceeded:--
"Yes--one of them is Shawn-na-Middogue; but he's an outlaw--and that
courtship is at an end now."
"Wid me, it is, sir; but not wid him. The sogers and autorities is out
for him and others; but still he keeps watchin' me as close as he can."
"Well, wait till I look into the book of fate again--yes--yes--here
is--a gentleman over head and ears in love with you."
Poor Grace blushed, then became quite pale. "But, sir," said she, "will
the gentleman marry me?"
"To be sure he will marry you; but he cannot for some time."
"But will he save me from disgrace and shame, sir?" she asked, with a
death-like face.
"Don't make your mind uneasy on that point;--but wait a moment till I
find out his name in the great book of fatality;--yes, I see--his name
is Woodward. Don't, however, make your mind uneasy; he will take care of
you."
"My mind is very uneasy, sir, and I wish I had never seen him.
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